Emily and Wyatt's Villa
The pitter-patter of the shower running in the bathroom relaxed Emily. She just arrived home from the state dinner and her toes were aching from the strangling confines of her pumps.
With her back against the ensuite door, she kicked her YSL strappy pumps off her feet, wiggling her toes for the first time of the night, before she unzipped her gown, pooling it on the floor.
"Cara Mia," Wyatt whistled, a white towel wrapped around his waist. "What a sexy back you have, honey."
Emily beamed when his warm lips touched her shoulders and his arms crawled from her waist up to her achy breast.
She was removing her earrings, letting Wyatt explore her body when she saw his reflection in the mirror.
"What's wrong, honey?" she tweeted, looking over her shoulder to verify if the reflection she saw matched the face behind her.
